Harvest
Bodies lay hidden under the moon
Under this moss
These flowers
This dirt and roots
As the wind sweeps pass our past
Silence isn’t so silent with the crickets and coos
We lay dormant but not our names
That’s the only memory visible
To the living
Sometimes those memoirs bring you back to us
As you stand over us
Under this moon
Over this moss
These flowers
Above this dirt and roots
You stand on our past
—Qween
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